In the backyard of the blue house a vibrant bed of grass covers the ground.
Wispy dandelions fly across, with no particular path
In the midst of a balmy summer day.
And in the centre of the yard
Stands a lemon tree
Tall and dense, and the deepest green
With glazed, murmuring tender leaves.
Swallowing golden drops of light
Zesty flavours of the warm season spread across the yard.
Every summer when the lemon tree blooms
The sun comes down to the backyard of the blue house
And on the bed of misty grass falls-
Yellow sunshine in a drop.
Hear me recite this poem, hit play!
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